50 cent – High All The Time scritto da admin 20 Gennaio 2016 [chorus] I don’t need Dom Perignon, I don’t need Cris Tanqueray and Alize, I don’t need shit Nigga I’m high all the time, I smoke that good shit I stay high all the time, man I’m on some hood shit Give me some dro, purple haze and some chjocolate Give me a dutch and a lighter I’ll spark shit And stay high all the time, I smoke that good shit I’m high all the time, man I’m on some hood shit [Verse 1] everytime I Roll up niggas holla ROLL up and i tell em HOLD up U aint’ gettin money u ain’t smokin In my Benzo 20 inch Lorenzos smokin on indo Hiigh as a muthaf***a I be on them backstreets niggas know i clap heat only if u got beef Man u better holla at me Niggas get locked up stabbedup shot up Everytime i pop up a lot goin on in my hood I shoot the dice holler get em girls Daddy need new shoes Daddy need Perelli’s to look mean on 22s Stash box X box fax machine phone Bullet proof this b****h and iam gone 2003 Surban swerving, too many sips of henny The D’s sick they searched the whip and they can’t find the semis They was just harassing me cause they know who I was Spent da night in central Booking for smoking some bud [chorus] [verse 2] now if u heard i done started some shit it ain’t becuz i be high ( i be high i be high) And if u heard i done let off a clip It aint becuz i be high(i be high ibe high) But i twist that la la la la I get high as i wanna nigga go agaianst me fa sho you’s a goner nigga I don’t smoke to calm my nerves but i got beef Finna crush my enemies like i crush the hashish If u love me tell me u love, stare at me man I’d hate to be in the benz clappin 1 of my fans let me show u how to greet me when u meet me when u see me IF u real my nigga u know how to holla”G-UNIT” There’s no competition its just me 50cent, muthaf***a, Iam hot on these streets If David could go against Goliath with a stone I can go at Nas and Jigga, both for the throne [chorus] [verse 3] NOw who u know besides me who writte lines and squeeze nines And have hoes in the hood sniffin on white lines u don’t want me to be your kids role model I’ll teach them how to them 380s and load up them hollows Have shorty fresh off the stoop, ready to shoot Big blunt in his mouth, deuce deuce in his boot Sit in the crib, sippin Ginness, watchin Menace Then Oh Lord, have yong nigg bucking s**t like he O-DOG My team they depend on me when its crunch time I eat a nigga food in broad day like its lunch time u feelin brave nigga? go ahead get gully See if I don’t leave yor bain leaking up out your skully I done made myself hot so ain’t sh** u can tell me Niggas callin me the feature, man fuck yo money I ain’t hurtin I’m aight nigga Iam doin good I ain’t gotta write rhymes, I Got bricks in the hood [chorus] G-UNIT, are u ready G-UNIT,are u ready Nigga, ready or not here I come ,come,come